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I need to do something about my Father. I can't move out, yet, because I don't have the funds. But when I do move out, I'm terrified to leave my Mother. He has been an absolute nightmare lately. He was okay for a short period of time, but everything turned to shit, again, when my Dad had to stay at work. He called my Mom asking her to bring him a few sandwiches, and snacks. My Mom told him she would bring whatever she could scramble together, and he freaked out on her, and cursed her out just because she wouldn't give specifics. She didn't know what she was going to make, because she never got a chance to look at what to make. So she ended up not bringing him food, because he was being ignorant, and I do not blame her.
Then the next morning he started screaming at me for no reason, because I was standing in front of the dog treats, which I handed to him. Just because I handed them to him, and didn't move, he started acting like a lunatic.
Then comes today, he went out, was still being bitter over those two previous things. When he had no right to be mad, because he was being an asshole, came home after getting his oil changed. Me and my Mom just bought this nice glass vase, that had fake pears in it. We put it on the kitchen counter because it looked really cute there. We bought it at 5pm. He came home at 7, walked into the back door, saw the vase, picked it up, and slammed it down onto the counter. It ended up completely shattering the base of the vase, which ruined it. Which, turned into a huge fight which was me and my Mom VS him, obviously.
I need to call a doctor or something, to get him help. Because I cannot leave my Mother in this house with him, and because I know how she is, she will not leave him. Unfortunately, even if I try to talk her into it, it won't happen. She's one of those women, sadly.
How the fuck should I handle this? Because I can't take living like this, and as I said, I cannot leave my Mother alone.
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